Your Place Or Mine

If wishing it to dream,
For someone special hoping to meet.
Having all the ingredients,
That the heart, mind, ears and eyes...
Will find no one else,
Unable to compete.
Why continue to play a game that delays,
Known too difficult to beat.
When two people have shown,
Temperatures rising between them both.
Not to run and stay.
With no attempt to escape from flames.
Heating up to nearly,
Burn their clothes off.

As both pretend what is felt for them,
Is hidden and discreet.
And not expose to show publicly.
With both noses wide open.
Frantically breathing.
As if in need for more oxygen.
And that ain't all attempted,
Kept to keep secretly discreet.
Rising from a smoldering heat.
In the midst of falling snow.
Leaving two alone standing.
Melting ice that begins to thaw,
Frozen to freeze on an urban city street.

'Perhaps we should go for coffee to get.
Or maybe hot chocolate.
Or tea honey sweet?'

'In this falling snow where would we go?'

'Your place or mine?'

'Then to do what?'

'Open up the windows!'